Chapter 32The two police vehicles moved slowly behind the terminal to the west side of the tarmac, headlights off. They passed by more parked planes and some storage units, Lumbergh and Holman scanning the area for signs of activity. As they closed in on the first row of metal hangars, each looking between sixty and eighty feet wide, Fowler directed them left.
“There’s a big set of lights between their hangar and the one next to it,” he said, leaning forward from the back seat. “They aren’t on now, but they’re triggered by motion. If we come in from behind and stay right up against the building, we won’t set them off. It’s the last one on the end, nearest the fence. Facing west.”
“Thanks,” said Lumbergh as Holman made the turn. “But you’ll be staying where you are. Understand?”
Fowler’s
